Mr Grumpy

British beaches just don’t do it for me at all, but Mrs Fogg loves them. So off we pootle to “Filey”, which I am sorry is smaller and less packed than Scarborough, but for me equally unappealing location. The things … Continue reading

The Stage is Set

Like a modern day Percy Thrower, Mrs Fogg’s greenhouse is all set for business after we completed the build of her staging from off cuts of wood and tongue n groove boards. All set to start growing stuff apparently in … Continue reading

It’s Official

Mrs Fogg is now an ole fart “senior”, knocking on the door of bus pass heaven. A leisurely up and then 15 cards (wow how many people does she know), prezzies and then out to collect packages from the post … Continue reading

Hippo Bafday Day 2

So day 2 of Mrs Fogg’s Birfday treats saw her wolf down American Stylee Pancakes (with a mass of syrup), before leaving the hot tub cabin and doing a walk somewhere hot and sunny. What’s in store for Day3? … Continue reading

We Dudditz

So weekend number 3 has now seen us complete the greenhouse. Today was fitting 33 panes of glass with finger numbing plastic clip strips and walking each pane of glass the entire length of the garden, a total of 11.6 … Continue reading

Operation Good Life

In the next phase of Operation Good Life (named after Tom and Barbara Good from the 70s sitcom where they tried to escape the rat race and live off the land), all of the 1 tonne of gravel has been … Continue reading

Lockdown Camping

With the glorious weather around us (well if 15 degrees is glorious), we decided to go lockdown camping. Grass all cut (Mrs Fogg on her mower and me strimming anything I can find). BBQ T-bone and salad washed down with … Continue reading